old light new bay

March 24, West Bay.

When the door of bedroom 403 was pushed open, Xin Wan was installing shelves, and Pan Dong called out, "Lunch is here!"

Several other roommates swarmed up, calling daddy one after another. Xin Wan couldn't catch Li Yuwen and Meng Chang, so he just waited for Pan Dong to deliver it. It was a boxed lunch with two vegetables and one meat, and he took a look at it. Milky white storage rack: "It's so fast, you just started to install it when I went out to buy food."

"It's nothing difficult," Xin Wan said thank you, and pushed aside the sundries on the table.

Li Yuwen still had rice stuffed in his mouth: "We still want to help!"

Meng Chang continued like a fan: "In the end, he was almost kicked over!"

Pan Dong was overjoyed, he installed the side basket on the shelf, pushed it under the table, and it was considered a success.He kicked off his socks on the floor, and patted Xin Wan on the shoulder: "Don't forget the club in the afternoon, call me after the nap, and we will go together."

While eating, there was no time to speak, so Xin Wan hurriedly said OK.

— This is his life now.

After returning to school after a year, Xin Wan made plans not to integrate into the group, or to go alone. After all, it is unrealistic to join the new class and get acquainted quickly.So when I opened the dormitory door and saw Pan Dong, my head went blank. The first thought was that he didn't need to be alone on campus. After that, with a hug full of strength, Pan Dong excitedly patted him on the back: "Hey! So The one who is coming is you!"

"So you're here, you didn't tell me!"

"You didn't even ask me!"

403 is a dormitory made up of the rest of each major. Pan Dong is in advertising, and Li Yuwen and Meng Chang are engineering majors that can't be beat. One bed has been vacant for more than half a year. He was too enthusiastic, and he was not even allowed to intervene when making the bed. Later, Pan Dong said: "They are trying to pull you into a gangster. There are only three of us in the dormitory, and we can't even make up the gangsters!"

No matter what, Xin Wan thinks he is lucky. In this dormitory, he has a sense of reality for the first time, and he is sure that he has started again. He can join clubs, make friends, and burn out for the exam. Staying up late to meet the deadline for the thesis, and going to a coffee shop with Pan Dong to work part-time in his free days.

Those things that were once extremely hopeful to him, even extravagant, are happening one by one.

He joined a club about music and practiced every afternoon. He practiced a relatively simple ukulele. After practicing for more than half a month, he barely got started.

After the club training ended on Saturday, Xin Wan had no time to say a few words and left in a hurry.The weather has warmed up, and it is a very suitable wind, and it will not be cold in a thin sweater. He sweated on his back from running, and muttered in his mouth.Under the first street light on the left of the school gate, under the first street light.

When he ran to the school gate, Song Heng was standing there waiting for him, with his hands in his pockets, and he was wearing a denim jacket. The metal silver buttons occasionally refracted under the light, just like the college students around him. He looked at Xin Wan ran over, stretched out her hand and pressed his head: "What are you running, it's not too late."

Xin Wan raised her head and smiled at him, breathing unsteadily: "If you don't run over again, I'm afraid you'll be in a hurry."

"I only waited for 5 minutes," Song Heng raised his chin, motioning to look across the road, "We opened Coco, do you want it?"

So on the way back to Shuyueli, Xin Wan had been drinking the Passion Fruit Double Cannon, half ice in a medium glass, with pearls and coconuts added.He had accurately calculated the journey back. It took one hour and 13 minutes to walk. The willow trees on the side of the road sprouted. They rarely drove back and chatted with each other. Years later, they are still familiar with each other, it is the feeling that they will get as long as they get close.

After taking the ice water halfway, her hands were freezing, Xin Wan threw the empty glass and shook her hands.

Song Heng saw his movements: "It must be served with ice."

"It doesn't taste that good when it's hot," Xin Wan retorted, "How can you drink hot food, young man?"

There are few people on this section of the road, and you can only hear the sound of traffic passing by, like the movement of water. Song Heng glanced at his side pocket: "Put it in." Xin Wan looked around carefully, and then put it in. The pocket is not big. , the hands of the two men were still squeezed, warm.

"Hey," Xin Wan couldn't help laughing, "I can't even open my arms."

Fingers passed through the gaps between the fingers, Song Heng clasped his hand: "That's it."

There is still a very strong feeling of heartbeat, and I feel a little uncomfortable. Obviously they have even done more intimate things, Xin Wan looked at him sideways: "I held your hand in high school before, and you threw me away."

Song Heng couldn't remember clearly: "Is there?"

"Yes, when we first talked, I wanted to hold hands with you to see what it's like to be in love with a puppy. I was dumbfounded when you "paji" threw me away, and then I secretly wiped away tears for a while, and started thinking about it again. Where did I go wrong."

"At that time..." Song Heng touched his nose, "It's just that I'm not used to two men holding hands, I always find it strange."

"now what?"

"Your palms are sweating," Song Heng stopped and looked sideways at a high school student passing by on a bicycle on the road ahead, "Are you nervous?"

Xin Wan's face became extremely red, she pulled her hand out, and said, trying to hide it, "Who is nervous?"

"Yes," Song Heng took the fault to himself and laughed, "I was nervous."

It was already seven o'clock in the afternoon when I walked back to Shuyue Lane, and I finished dinner at a hot pot restaurant halfway through. Xin Wan felt that she couldn't control her food well. After drinking two large glasses of sparkling water, her stomach was always swollen. uncomfortable.

I have to live in a dormitory on weekdays, and I can only come back on weekends. When I go back to Shuyueli, the one who misses him the most should be Qiuqiu. When he heard the doorbell, he rushed up affectionately, hugged his leg and did not let go. Picking it up and hugging it, she buried her face and rubbed it vigorously: "I miss you so much, treasure!"

After smelling in the store, when Song Heng went to change clothes, Xin Wan was playing with the dog in the living room, and received a text message on her phone.It was Xin Xiangdong who sent it: Xiao Wan, when are you coming to eat at home?Your aunt is new to tenderloin.

Except for the trip to pack up, Xin Wan went back to Anju Garden twice, both of which were invited by Xin Xiangdong, and he hesitated for a long time between going or not, and when he finally opened the door, those concerns seemed unimportant.Xin Xiangdong's wife is very gentle and always smiles at him. The youngest daughter is afraid of people and hides behind the door for a long time before she dares to come out and call "brother". The meal was much more enjoyable than expected, like a real home Feel.

After the meal, Xin Xiangdong drank too much and was still snoring when he fell asleep. When he left, Xin Xiangdong's wife gave him a red envelope and said in a low voice, "Auntie knows this is your house, so it's unreasonable to live in vain. You are paying the rent."

Anjuyuan is adjacent to Xiwan No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Primary School, both of which are good schools. The youngest daughter can now go to school there, which is inseparable from the benefits of the geographical location.The red envelope was not thin, it must be the money she had saved for a long time, Xin Wan didn't take it, she just said: "That house belongs to my father and him, it doesn't belong to me in the first place. Besides, if Auntie feels sorry, I will come next time It would be nice to add more meat dishes when it’s time to eat.”

Xin Xiangdong's wife trembled and said "Thank you", her eyes were a little red.

After replying to the text message, the time is set for the next Saturday. There may be no time this week. Xin Wan heard the door open, and Song Heng sat next to him. After all, there is no need to worry so much at home. He hooked Song Heng's fingers, lightly scratching his palm: "I want to watch a movie."

"What do you want to see?" Song Heng clasped his hand instead, "Don't touch it, itches."

After all, it's not outside at home, so you don't need to worry so much, Xin Wan felt rebellious, hugged his neck in this intimate atmosphere, kissed his lips, her eyes brightened: "Just touch!"

"You haven't changed your clothes yet." Song Heng flicked his head, "You smell like hot pot."

"Wow, do you think I stink?" Xin Wan straddled his lap, smelled the dry soapy smell from his pajamas, and kissed his cheek more loudly, "I still have to kiss him like this, it stinks to death."

Song Heng's eyes are beautiful, with narrow eyelids and dark pupils. When he's not smiling, he always looks distant, but now he's smiling, showing some gentleness for no reason. Xin Wan paused, and pressed his forehead, She kissed his lips lightly again, biting her lower lip, her teeth collided together, there was a slight sound of water in the air, Xin Wan closed her eyes, and put her fingers on his shoulders.

After kissing Xin Wan lying on his shoulder and making no sound, Song Heng rubbed the back of his neck: "Why are you so shy?"

"I'm not shy," Xin Wan said in a muffled voice with the powder on the back of her neck, "I'm lying on you to smell you."

After the redness faded, he went to the drawer in the living room to look through the discs. There were still a few boxes, and the last one was always the white envelope. Maybe his eyes were too focused, so Song Heng pulled out the white envelope. envelope, and said, "I've read it so many times, do you still want to read it?"

Xin Wan looked at him in surprise, and pursed her lips: "You know."

"Even though I would put it back inside every time I read it, but the position is wrong," Song Heng said, "When was the first time I watched it?"

No one shied away from this matter. Xin Wan recalled the tears she had when she saw it for the first time, and couldn't help but want to laugh: "Forget, you picked me up not long ago, and you cried at that time."

Song Heng looked up at him: "Why are you crying?"

"It's inexplicable, maybe it's because you actually have a date," Xin Wan sat on the carpet with her hands behind her back, "Maybe she felt that you were not mine, and she was so sad that she cried."

"Promise." Song Heng rubbed his hair.

"I remember I took a long video in high school before, and I wanted to wait a long time later as a souvenir," Xin Wan let out a long breath, feeling regretful, "I can't find any other ones now..."

"Want it?" Song Heng said suddenly, "Tell me something happy, and I'll give it to you."

Two or three years have passed, and it is impossible to find the lost disc. Even though she knew that Song Heng was joking, Xin Wan moved forward and whispered "I love you", which has become a bond between them. A key of joy, a whisper of a lover.Song Heng turned sideways to look through the drawer, and the disc he took out was "Gone with the Wind", with a pink cover matching - this is what I'm watching tonight, Xin Wan thought endlessly, and saw him open the plastic box again, inside It's a disc with no lettering.

He was stunned.

Putting the disc into the CD player, Xin Wan saw his dazed eyes from the dark screen. There was no animation at the beginning of the dragon logo, and the screen lit up. It was the brick-red building of No. [-] Middle School. He stared at the screen in a daze. Blinking his eyes, the tip of his nose felt sour, and he said in a hoarse voice: "It really is, why put it in other discs, I thought I lost it."

"Not lost," Song Heng looked at him and said softly, "When did I ever lie to you?"

This disc is longer, at two hours, edited, but still without subtitles.Still those trivial daily life, the shaky camera, may be quite boring to others, but to Xin Wan, it is the most precious thing. He almost shed tears several times, but was laughed at by himself in high school.

He is so stupid in the camera, every time he sees Song Heng, he runs over, the camera shakes terribly, his tone is cheerful, he calls "Song Heng" and shouts "I miss you so much".He doesn't shy away from other people's eyes, as if there is only one person in his eyes, so clean that it makes people feel soft.

In the camera, Xin Wan, who is seventeen or eighteen, is obviously happy, but also obviously unhappy.Once they quarreled because Song Heng said a few harsh words to him, Xin Wan was sullen, that shot was taken by Song Heng, his ears were all red, he kept his head down and didn't speak, his cheeks were a little baby fat, and the hand feeling should be Soft.Song Heng coaxed him for a few words before hearing him "hum". He raised his eyes to look at the camera with a serious tone: "You can't say that kind of thing again next time. If you say it again, I will really be angry for a long time."

"Stop talking," Song Heng said, "don't be angry."

Xin Wan smiled, and suddenly thought, would he talk like this now?

No, may instinctively hide.

In the dim surroundings, Xin Wan hooked his fingers and said in a low voice: "I remember when you were a freshman, every time I went to your school to find you, I would be very happy. Make a list of what I said to you, but I don't need it every time."

"I still buy milk tea every time I come here," Song Heng said, "I also drink iced milk tea in winter."

Xin Wan laughed, then quickly calmed down, picking at the soft fur of the carpet with downcast eyes, deliberately pretending to be joking: "Would you like me more at that time?"

This is his long-standing entanglement, the fundamental reason why he chose not to tell Song Heng the truth about his amnesia at the beginning, or it was his low self-esteem, and he was actually comparing himself with his past self. It is funny, but it is true.Xin Wan's temptation was not clever, and he didn't even dare to look at him. Song Heng pressed his left hand and put it on his lap, rubbing the scar on the inside of his wrist with his fingertips. This was his habitual action.

"According to what you said," Song Heng said casually, "You should also like me more at that time. The me now is different from before, isn't it?"

Xin Wan froze for a moment, then waved her hands in a panic: "Why do you think so? You have always been fine."

"If I'm really that good, then when you broke up, I should have noticed that something was wrong. When you asked me to save you in the correctional facility, I should also show up. When I brought you back from the hospital, I should I shouldn't have evaded the fact and made you wait for so long," Song Heng continued, "I'm not that good, am I?"

Compared with doubting himself, it was more uncomfortable for Song Heng to speak ill of himself as if nothing had happened. He shook his head vigorously, clenched his hand tightly, and said incoherently: "No, no one is perfect, and you are not perfect either. Impossible. But you still brought Qiuqiu back, promised to let me chase you, and took me to Chaka Salt Lake.” He couldn’t figure it out, he was anxious, and looked into his eyes almost beggingly: “I’m really sorry. I like you very much, you are very good."

Love is a strange and blind emotion. For a lover, even flaws can become cute. Xin Wan can recall Song Heng's thousands of good things. Even his hair curled up in the morning will feel good-looking, as if his whole body is shining. The existence of light may be because under the light, he can't stand his own darkness, he wants to match, he wants to be as bright, and he doesn't even think it is harsh.

Song Heng looked at him quietly, then suddenly reached out to wipe his cheek, and sighed: "Since you know that neither you nor I can do everything, why can't you believe that I will like you so much, including everything about you?" .”

"I..." Only then did Xin Wan realize the true intentions of those questions, his throat was stuck in his throat for a moment, his eyes were a little red, he grabbed Song Heng's hand, "I'm sorry."

"Believe me a little more, believe that I will love you so much," Song Heng kissed him on the cheek, "Let's take our time, shall we?"

The disc played until 1:22:12. At that moment, Xin Wan suddenly thought that no one can keep the innocent appearance of a young man forever, but with Song Heng here, he may never have to grow up.

At the end of March, Xin Wan went to Xin Xiangdong's house to have dinner once. This time, the youngest daughter was bolder and offered him candy. Because it had been hidden for a long time, the hard candy melted a little, and it was sticky when opening the plastic package. Into the mouth is a very strong strawberry flavor.Xin Xiangdong's wife didn't give him any more red envelopes, but just picked up a lot of vegetables for him. When she smiled, the corners of her eyes creased a lot, giving her a very warm feeling.

There are many things in the university. Xin Wan does not go back to Shuyueli every weekend. Oftentimes it is Song Heng who comes to see him. last row.

——It's not that he has never sat in the front row, but Song Heng's appearance is too conspicuous, which will always provoke discussions among girls. The most important thing is that he has no textbooks, so sitting in the front row is easy for the teacher to find out.

The teacher is an old man, the lectures are very boring, and the PPT reading is slow, which is no different from hypnosis.When Xin Wan was taking notes, she suddenly heard the sound of a little heavy breathing, and looked sideways to find that Song Heng had fallen asleep with his head propped up. His eyelashes were very long, and he reached out to touch Peng.

After class, Song Heng woke up and concluded: "Your class is really boring."

"It's okay, the last row," Xin Wan couldn't help laughing, "Sleep if you want, I'll cover for you."

Song Heng also had to go to work, and he had to deal with all kinds of documents. He needed to make himself outstanding at work so that he could continue to be accepted by his family. He only accompanied Xin Wan to two or three classes, but Pan Dong still saw Song Heng with sharp eyes. The memory recalled that this person took over Xin Wan's work, but he didn't think about other aspects, he just asked, "Which one do you specialize in? He's so handsome. There must be over a hundred comments on Wechat for posting on the white wall."

"No," Xin Wan was unconsciously complacent, "It's just me...my cousin."

"Good guy, aren't your genes bad?" Pan Dong didn't realize it, and asked, "Your cousin is really good-looking, if he can come to our music festival, he will definitely attract many girls to come to see him, and don't worry about the organization. It's cold." He touched Xin Wan, "Let him come."

The music festival is held by their club, it is considered a school-level event, and it is linked to other schools, and the people who come to watch are not limited to people from our school, and the venue is on the seaside of West Bay.Xin Wan's ukulele couldn't be played, so she didn't sign up for the show.When Pan Dong said this, he was indeed moved, and asked Song Heng on the sidelines.

"The music club you joined?" Song Heng asked with interest, "What did you learn?"

Xin Wan smiled embarrassedly: "I learned the ukulele, that one is simpler."

"Play it to me later," Song Heng said, "If you promise me, I'll go, otherwise I won't go."

After being together for a long time, Song Heng occasionally showed a childish look, which was no different from Seventeen or Eighteen. Xin Wan always wanted to laugh, and there was no reason not to agree, so a date was agreed, and the music festival will be in mid-April , Song Heng will drive him to the beach.

In order to be able to play decent songs for him, Xin Wan practiced for a long time, and even got blisters on her fingertips, she was indeed too delicate, Song Heng didn't know this, it was handled together in their dormitory, Pan Dong took a lighter and burned the needle , clenched his fingers tremblingly: "Don't move!"

Li Yuwen covered his eyes: "Be careful, don't poke the meat!"

Meng Chang sneered, still holding a Band-Aid in his hand: "For you guys, why don't you just poke a bubble?"

After getting soaked, I started to practice again after two or three days of recuperating from the injury, and the wound healed quickly.Three days before the start of the music festival, Xin Wan was able to play a complete song, but Pan Dong almost snapped his hand, and asked him suspiciously: "You don't perform, who are you practicing songs for? "

Meng Chang saw through everything: "Isn't it for your girlfriend?"

"Xin Wan has a girlfriend?" Li Yuwen covered his face and cried bitterly, "It turns out that we are the only ones who are single."

"Hey, no!" Xin Wan couldn't laugh or cry, "Where did you get your girlfriend?"

Xin Wan didn't intend to confess her sexuality right away. No one would deliberately declare that they are heterosexual, so homosexuality doesn't need to be so deliberately proclaimed.If he finds out, he won't deny it, but before he finds out, Xin Wan is still willing to be in Schrödinger's single camp with them, which makes it easier to be comrades-in-arms when it's dark at night.

On April 19th, the highest temperature was [-]°C and the weather was fine.

The music festival was held on this day, and the venue was set up two days in advance. No tickets were required, and it was entirely for self-entertainment.It was agreed to pick him up at three o'clock in the afternoon, but Xin Wan forgot that there were other roommates, so that when Pan Dong asked him to take the bus together, he couldn't move for a while, he hesitated for a long time, and even asked when the car would arrive. He didn't notice it when he stopped by the side of the road, but it was Song Heng who called out to him: "Xin Wan."

"Hey!" Xin Wan looked over abruptly. Li Yuwen and Meng Chang had never seen him before, but Pan Dong greeted him warmly: "Xin Wan's cousin! Hey, are you here to pick him up?"

"Yes," Song Heng glanced at them, and roughly came to a conclusion, "Are you also going to the music festival?"

"No wonder Xin Wan refused to take the bus with us, it turned out that he has a car," Meng Chang said sadly, "The child has grown up and his wings have grown fat, so he is unwilling to take his beloved roommates for a ride. "

Xin Wan looked at Song Heng as if asking for help, Li Yuwen boldly asked: "His brother, can your car seat take us a ride?"

"There's nothing wrong with it," Song Heng smiled and waved, "Let's go."

According to Xin Wan's calculations, before this day, he hadn't seen Song Heng for two weeks. He said it was not long, but the miss is always tormented. He has plans for everything after the meeting, at least in the car A kiss, but Pan Dong and the others broke it all, the journey was quite lively, Li Yuwen and Meng Chang were not social fears, each of them kept calling "his cousin", Song Heng answered patiently, no one doubted their relationship.

Xin Wan also accepted it frankly, and waited for the backseat to talk by himself, and while waiting for the traffic lights, Song Heng looked sideways at him: "What is in your arms?"

"Ukulele, 23 inches." Xin Wan unzipped the zipper and gave him a look, with dimples in her smile, which was very conspicuous in such bright and clear weather, "I learned a song."

"What song?" The green light turned on, and Song Heng looked forward again.

Xin Wan shook her head: "Good luck."

Journey two and 10 minutes, the sky is still bright, there is a clear smell of sea water in the wind, there are dense shoe prints on the beach, a drum kit, an electric guitar, and an unplugged microphone are placed on the stage, and the sound is quiet , there are plastic chairs under the stage, which are not neatly arranged, and they chose to be in the penultimate row.

Pan Dong went to buy drinks with them, and ran back in a hurry: "Xin Wan, his brother, bought lemonade for you two!" Money, he is facing a big enemy: "Who wants your money! Take it! Just two glasses of water, and you are still polite to my brother-I will go with them to clean up the venue, and I will call you when there is no manpower."

Xin Wan had no choice but to withdraw her hand and laughed, "Success!"

"Those are your roommates?" Song Heng took the lemonade.

"Well, they're quite cute." Today's light is too bright. From his perspective, every inch of Song Heng's body is shiny, and so is the end of his hair. Xin Wan moved closer and said with a smile, "Don't you worry about me."

The stereo started to play music at five o'clock, and it played all kinds of miscellaneous things, including rock, blues, and piano music. Xin Wan hugged the glass of lemonade, and when it was empty, he went to chew the ice cubes in it. Say, "Your birthday is coming up, isn't it?"

The surrounding voices were too loud, and Song Heng couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

"I said!" Xin Wan said, "Your birthday is coming soon!"

Song Heng said, "That's right."

"Then you will be 24 years old." Xin Wan hooked his sleeves, put her fingers next to her ears, "Do you still remember, you promised me that we will exchange birthday wishes, but you haven't told me yet! "

Song Heng was surprised: "Didn't I tell you?"

It's too cunning to say this matter so easily. In Song Heng's year, birthday wish was the most anticipated thing for Xin Wan. He wanted to grow up and exchange, but no one remembered that year. After breaking up, there was no chance to mention it again.

"Do you want to talk now?" Song Heng squeezed the plastic cup, making a clicking sound, with a smile in his tone.

Xin Wan nodded vigorously. The question that has been with him for so many years is about to be answered. Li Yuwen ran over again: "Hey, go and get the bracelet! It's limited, and it will shine when it gets dark!"

The crowd was crowded, they finished receiving the bracelets, and there was no place in the second-to-last row. There were only two plastic chairs in the first-to-last row, which were green and orange.It was dusk, and just as Xin Wan wanted to continue asking questions, the huge LED screen lit up, and the host came to the stage, announcing the official start of the music festival with great fanfare, but it was too noisy to hear anything.

They can only rely on their eyes and gestures, like a dumb person, like a deaf person, holding their fingers together amidst the crowd, it is a love hidden under the curtain, Xin Wan holds the ukulele tightly with the other hand, After all, he laughed.

"It's too noisy!" The speaker roared, and Xin Wan said loudly in his ear, "They can't hear us!"

Song Heng's voice also became louder: "Yes!"

"Then I want to say it!" Xin Wan shook the bright yellow fluorescent bracelet on her wrist, "I love you!"

Song Heng lowered his head and laughed.

The song is very nice. A group of college students are on stage and they can sing whatever they want. Some people sing an original song called "For Lydia". Lydia, Lydia, you are the bottle of perfume that was broken in the summer, you are the unburned smoke", and sang "I will take you to jump into the rainwater beach by the roadside, and elope without anyone knowing".

The sound made my ears hurt. It was in this line of lyrics that Song Heng grabbed his wrist and said, "Run?"

I didn't hear it clearly, but Xin Wan felt it intuitively. They fled out with all the people listening to the song behind their backs. Xin Wan kept laughing happily, and heard the music behind him getting smaller: "Where are you going?"

"Take you to the sea," Song Heng asked, "Will you go?"

Go, why not go!No one can refuse the sea water at dusk.Song Heng found someone renting a motorboat by the sea, and it took only 2 minutes to negotiate the price. Xin Wan put the ukulele on his back and was wearing an orange life jacket. The water splashed on his canvas shoes, and he hugged Song Heng tightly. Heng's waist: "Can you ride?"

"For those who have competed abroad," Song Heng said, "Hold tight so I won't lose you."

The motorboat started, and the water splash under her feet gradually became thicker, turning white, turning into foam, and there was a piercing sound, and the wind rang sharply in her ears. Xin Wan had never felt this kind of stimulation, and almost wanted to scream loudly. When it was low, the motorboat drove very steadily, and the shoes were wet, as if even the soul would be wet.

Without asking where to go, the motorboat only drove for a while, and finally stopped at the edge of a flat reef group. The gray-brown stones were abrupt and messy, and there were dead seaweed and shellfish lying on it.Xin Wan stepped on it carefully, feeling illusory, and excitedly held Song Heng's hand: "You are too good!"

Song Heng smiled softly: "Sit down for a while."

It was not too far from the place where the music festival was held, and they could hear voices occasionally. They were sitting on the rocks, the motorboat was tilted to one side, and the dusk was flowing in front of them, and the orange-gold sunset was falling.

"It would be great if I could live here." Xin Wan took a deep breath, full of water vapor in her nose, "It's so beautiful."

"Like it?" Song Heng scratched his nose casually, "I'll bring you here next time."

Xin Wan opened the bag and checked the ukulele. There was no problem, not even water.I plucked the nylon strings with my fingers, and there was no problem with the sound.Song Heng asked: "Play the first "Lucky Come"?"

Xin Wan became happy: "Do you really want to listen?"

"Listen." Song Heng stepped on the stone and bent his knees, "It's very festive, isn't it?"

Then play it, Xin Wan took a deep breath, tried the sound test, plucked the strings with her fair and slender fingers, played a very slow tune, looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, her voice was clear and clean, and her voice melted in the sea breeze, Cantonese pronunciation: " Is that you? The one holding the flowers."

Song Heng paused, looked at him, his boy was sitting on a stone, the wind blew a corner of his white sweater, and the fluorescent bracelet on his wrist was still shining, he almost sang softly: "You and I once In the dream, we meet in secret in this summer. Promise to stand behind the setting sun, and the setting sun will not leave you gradually.”

The strings of the ukulele are clear and the surrounding is quiet.Song Heng looked at him quietly, with an indistinct smile on his lips, tapping his fingers on his knees, following the rhythm of the song.

He thought of 15-year-old Xin Wan, who was singing this song with a microphone in front of everyone. He didn’t remember what clothes it was, but only remembered those amazingly bright eyes, which were scorching. The pronunciation of Cantonese is not standard, but his eyes are soft, and he wants someone to kiss his lips to see if his lips are also soft.

"Will you hear? Will you be like me

Waiting for the distant midsummer every second, Iloveyou. "

Xin Wan lowered her head and laughed, played the wrong strings, went to correct it, and sang "Iloveyou" again, her ears were red, Song Heng also laughed, reaching out to brush his messy hair.A song is only 2 minutes long, and there is no need to play the piano at the end. He tapped on the shell and sang a cappella: "You should know, you should feel, who loves you."

summer love.

Xin Wan remembered that moment, he looked at Song Heng in the sea breeze: "I like you, it doesn't matter if you don't like me, at least let me chase you, okay?" He suddenly laughed: "Remember? What I said to you in vain at the time, you were stunned at the time, and you didn’t even know how to reject me, so I refused more simply.”

Back to that hot summer night in a trance, has anything changed? Trees will grow, grass leaves will turn yellow, street lamps will become dusty and old, but there are still people waiting for him after school under the lights.

Song Heng laughed: "I really thought it was "Lucky Come"."

"You're so stupid," Xin Wan sighed maturely, "I'm not that good." He hugged the ukulele and said, "At that time, I made three wishes. I wanted to pass the college entrance examination, I wanted to Be happy every day, and the last wish is about you."

"What is it?"

"It's been realized," Xin Wan blinked, "I won't talk about it once it's realized. ——You haven't told me about yourself yet."

"My wish..." Thinking back, Song Heng said softly, "I want to be successful, I want to make a lot of money, so no one can interfere with my choice."

This was beyond Xin Wan's expectation, he laughed: "It's so vulgar."

"You can also buy two very expensive rings," he looked into Xin Wan's eyes, "and marry you gracefully."

Xin Wan was stunned, her heart swelled.Song Heng continued: "Actually, the ring has been bought for two years, but it has not been moved." He plucked the strings of the ukulele, smiled, and asked him politely: "Excuse me, can another wish come true?"

The sea breeze made her blood start to heat up, Xin Wan just nodded, her eyes were hot, and she said softly, "Do you know when I fell in love with you?"

"A freshman in high school?"

"No, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you in the third year of junior high school. You didn't know me then," Xin Wan looked at Hai Se and said, "I chose to forget everything after that, maybe I just wanted to get to know you again. You guessed it, didn't you?"

"I do not know……"

"I even wrote a love letter."

"What did you write?"

"I won't say, you look back and see for yourself."

No one spoke, they kissed in the dark and bright silver water, in the red light at dusk, Song Heng called a name he hadn't given in many years, it was "Baby", and said with a smile: "Play it again ,teach me."

At that moment, they don't need to remember the unreturned motorboat, the jumping fish in the water, the out-of-tune ukulele, the soaked shoes, the strong water vapor in the sea breeze, and the miracle that is being born in an unknown place.As long as I sing, my heart will be full of water, and I will sing "Summer Love" over and over again, to the person I have loved for six years.

Those who love each other have boundless sea water and endless future.

The author has something to say: This book is from summer to this spring. I was celebrating my 21th birthday when I wrote it. They are my presents to myself. I really love them very much. The article is over, but they have endless s future.The full text is 6w, and there are [-]w of scrapped manuscripts. I thought about giving up countless times during the interruption, but every time I saw someone waiting for me, I still wanted to continue.That period of time was the buffer period I gave myself. I learned a lot, learned to write without pressure, and learned not to value data so much. I have worked hard enough for this book. This is a good account I gave myself.

Maybe it's down to v.I don't know what to write about Fanwai, and those who have read my article may know how difficult Fanwai is for me.It may be a long time since I won’t write articles, but I will remember all the encouragement from everyone. Creating characters is half the meaning of writing articles. You have brought me the other half of the meaning of writing articles. Thank you to everyone who followed up and commented , thank you so much, I love you all.